Trapdoor

Nah, I ain't tryin to look backMy expectation has my mouth run dryI see a bitch run but I doubt she know whyI doubt she know fireBut I could introduceAll it takes is matches and just a little juiceAll your flow patches your brains fucked upYa looked like you been baked too muchYou could bake too muchI think too muchIt's why I take it off and be the dog when we fuck

bitch watch me take a shower, put powder on your buttThat lines for me do not touchyou could wear them heels but just don't touch the clothesanother fifteen minutes put more powder up your nose

It's all blurred out aye bitch I can't see yaTurnin shit around, maybe I should leave yaIt's all blurred out aye bitch I can't see yaTurnin things around, baby I should leave ya

Ok, maybe I should goBut where's there to goI walk for half an hourBitch I don't knowI go anywhere, I'm not going homeAnd the headlights in the night look brightI'm done I'm bored I'm sick of this nightHeather get the knifeI can't feel it, noI can't feel shit

And when the sun rises we be watchingTop of the mountain, John boy smokinLong way from the ground sure ain't badGimme a hit of that, lemme hit the crack

It's all blurred out aye bitch I can't see yaTurnin shit around, maybe I should leave yaIt's all blurred out aye bitch I can't see yaTurnin things around, baby I should leave ya

Really nice son, fuck you talkin aboutI'm tryin'a numb the pain til my brain falls outI'm a city nigga I was born in the streetsAnd i grew up and i knew i could perform in the streetsNow in the wood, still can't sleepMe and my dog lay and wait for weeksMy eyes don't close, he don't bark, I don't speakTry to disappear so the nigga don't ease

It's all blurred out aye bitch I can't see yaTurnin shit around, maybe I should leave yaIt's all blurred out aye bitch I can't see yaTurnin things around, baby I should leave ya

Aye, yeah hey John boy, I know you feel what I'm sayin out thereI know you see motherfuckers and be likeWhat you suicidal about? I bring itIt's like people say we all gonna dieBut me is different Im not tryin to be aliveI's try to get highBaby thats just my desireNow I'm pullin a sheet over my face before I die

It's all blurred out aye bitch I can't see yaTurnin shit around, maybe I should leave yaIt's all blurred out aye bitch I can't see yaTurnin things around, baby I should leave ya